BATH Fighter Danced Orange Clumsily
I twisted the key to reveal a true 5 star luxury hotel. The abstract paintings entertained my eyes. I walked through my hotel room wheeling my suitcases in with me. I gazed around feeling extremely satisfied. The soft voice of the news reporter could be heard in the background. I turned around to see a glistening massive television. I jumped clumsily onto the soft bed sheets grabbing the remote and flicking through the channels. My summery orange dress matched the soft cushions. The soft sunlight shone through the big glass doors, keeping me away from an amazing view of the crystal clear turquoise water of the beach and a big pool. The long flight drained all the energy out of me but I was I fighter. I got up to see the view. I was transfixed. It took my breath away. Walking over to the bathroom, I opened the door.
“A BATH………wait there is a television in her two!”
Suddenly out of nowhere some loud music plays. What could I do? I was in a trance, I danced along.
…it reminded me of a time when…
I was in a woods, with my flashlight leading the way, my feet moved between the rustling leaves of the autumn trees. I could hear voices in the distance, but I wasn’t sure I was heading in the right direction. I closed my eyes and tried to harness my senses. Moving deeper into the woods, suddenly my foot met a hard metal surface. Looking down with my flashlight, I could see the barrel of a gun. As I lifted it up, my hands began to tremble. The cold metal reminded me of the time when…. I had to move on and forget, it was a mistake.
The warm summer sun of 1856 shone lightly onto my face, through the small holes of air of the imprisoned cage. I am a slave. I remember the days of freedoms. Many many years ago running around in Africa making my own decisions. Until the day the boat came. I was only six then. I try to remember what’s left in my memory of my family. Yet I can’t.
The tightly knotted rope that was around my ankles was digging into my flesh. I had to leave. I could not die in Mississippi. I need to find my family. All I want is to feel love again. Tears rushed down my face. I had to stay strong. I reached down to my legs, trying to soothe the pain. I grabbed for a stone with a sharp pointed edge. I started to cut through the string. The strands started to split. The now split piece of string fell to the copper wired cages floor. I picked it up, I squeezed my arms through the copper and rose the piece of string towards the sky. I still kept hope even though I had nothing.
… But what colour should it be? …
I walked into my favourite shop in the mall. The pet store. All I ever dreamed of was to have my own puppy. But almost every time I start to dream, one question always haunts me, but what colour should it be? So of course, I need to see the options of puppies the shop has. I ran in and turned left and right through the aisles until I found them. There was only two little helpless puppies pressing against the glass. They let out small barks and their piercing eyes almost said: “please take me home”. There was one little black one and one small creamy golden one. I couldn’t just leave one by itself, they were too cute. I had to get them both. So I did.
STAIRS RIVER PINK COOKED NERVOUS
As I stood on the pier, the light of the stars shone through the darkness of the night onto my hot pink dress. Looking up, I wished for a set of stairs to lead me to them. I pressed my weight over one of the pillars as I looked down to the peaceful river as it flowed downstream. I felt helpless and nervous standing alone in the silence but I had to stay to see it… the falling star that would colour the sky red as though it were cooked by the sun.
The stars redecorated my heart. My mind was swimming in the light and the thin relaxing crystal clear river.
Prompt: Why would I do that?
“Bang!” Something broke the silence I reached for my heart it was racing. What had happened? I and my brother home alone. I heard a shriek of pain. My brother walked into my room with blood all over him and bruises. I rushed over to him. “THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! “He yells in a screaming cry. Why would I do that! I fired back I said while pointing at his face. “I need you now be strong for me” he said softly and pleadingly. He feel to the ground. I reached for his heart and I felt nothing. Gone.
…so, as I looked over the edge, I saw…
The heat of the blazing red fire approaching, I could feel it. Fuzzy objects was my vision. I was sweating from fear and from heat. As I started to regained vision, I tucked my tail in and started to groom my fur. “THIS IS NO TIME FOR GROOMING!” My mind alerted me. As the fire crept closer, my four legs worked like never before. I was at an edge so, as I looked over the edge, I saw the ocean. If I stood here I would burn to shreds and if I jumped I would face my phobia and possibly drown. I jumped.
…but I didn’t understand the instructions…
As I scrolled down on the EU ZARA website jealous of all of the beautiful clothing and accessories. I felt like buying myself just a little treat because I had just finished my exams. Then suddenly I got a urge and I started to click on clothing and adding it into my cart. With fifteen things in my cart I quickly rushed through the details and saw something that said: MUST READ! Under it was a page of small writing I couldn’t be bothered so I scrolled past the small letters and clicked Pay. I sighed with relief. I closed the tabs. Then suddenly something popped up in the middle of my computer screen: You have bought more than ten items this amount is illegal to transport from oversees because of this you will have to pay 90,000 fine. I quickly typed but I didn’t understand the instructions!
Prompt: SHOUTED CRIMSON MISTY FRANTICALLY GRAVE
A cold shiver ran down my spine as I entered the MISTY graveyard. Something was urging me to come. Walking cautiously through the grave yard, I see a white figure in the distance. I felt a cold breeze as it came towards me. It rapidly sank under the ground. I SHOUTED and FRANTICALLY started running. I stopped, gasped for air as I checked behind me. The figure disappeared. An old GRAVE was in front of me. Bending down to remove the dust, the name “Amy CRIMSON” appeared. A hot sweat covered face as this was my name.
Briskly walking through the park, I came across a lady holding a coffee. I waked it. The coffee went over her. “Have anything to say girl”. “No, do you?” She walked off with an angry look. Coming past was a man jogging. I stuck my foot out. He fell to the ground. “What was that for?” “I felt like it!” As he stood up, his leg was bleeding. As he walked off, I called out “You’re welcome.” Suddenly my leg started to get rock hard. My legs started to stretch. When the solidness reached my chin I gasped for air.